Claimed By The Mafia Brothers
“Uhm, I mean, you’re a Don, of course you have fifty million dollars sitting around your home, probably rotting away.
“I’m not saying I’m not going to pay you back, I just need time. Besides, an overdue interest of twenty million is just absurd!”
Diego chuckled softly. “Do you know what is actually absurd? The fact that I’m sitting here with you right now and listening to your bullshit.”
“Come on, let’s all be reasonable here. We’re all business–” Before the man could complete his words, a ceramic cup flew straight at his forehead, breaking the skin instantly and leaving room for fresh blood as it began to spill from his head.
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